Saturday, July 18, 2009

*Wait, what? Its past 5 am? Geez, that's what I get for staying up planning a cool weekend for me and the Mister, who arrives at 9:30. And for daydreaming of cake... cake!.Ok, I had a small piece of banana streusselkuchen tonight... One of the few things this town gets right are the German sweets and dishes. And the beer. Other than that, the only notable food was my momma's bolognese. Ok. I'm craving grape streusselkuchen and strudel like crazy, I'll admit..One of the best things about enjoying great food is sharing it with people we care about, isn't it? Ok, sometimes one has to treat oneself, but sharing is always more fun..So, after writing and reading much (but no new posts to Luxuria yet), and lunch, I put on something simple and left... Off for a couple errands and some pointless walking. Since I've lost touch with most people here, I wandered alone till it got close to the schedule I had arranged with my mom..Meanwhile, I entered a second-hand book store and went scavenging. Scored a 1958 beauty manual. Sweet. This vintage book says I'm my ideal weight. Does that make mine an authentic vintage figure?.Also managed to torture myself over the dilemma of eating or not a chocolate éclair. Guilt and my super-ego won that battle.*

*On of my favorite parts of the Dance Festival is the shopping. Next to the theater there is a huge warehouse, created specially to accommodate a market. All the most important brands have stalls, some bigger, other smaller. And obviously, now is the time of the year to renew my dancing wardrobe..Since I didn't have that much time, I focused on Capezio. There are still many things I want/need, like this adorable torture item:But for today, I blew the bank with a new bag (my other dance bag is in a pitiful state), a long sleeve leotard, suplex tights (most of mine have holes or runs by now), a long wool jumper and two pairs of ballet slippers.*

*Then I ran up to meet my mom and my brother for the show..I'll be honest with you guys. I don't "get" most contemporary ballet. Out of 7 groups, I only loved one of the numbers. The very same group that had me reconsidering my views on contemporary last year. They're good. Too bad they didn't win..There were very few weak dancers among the hip-hop/street dance performances. It appears to be the focus of the festival this year, and MJ's choreographers are in town. They danced too. Wicked..Obviously I'm full of new ideas and inspiration. Pity the few photos I took turned out awful.*

*Guess who planned a fun weekend? Aside hanging out with the Mister, stuffing my face with yummy noms and shopping for more dance gear... (it's a necessary evil, darling. Besides, its much cheaper here), there is a lot more dance to be seen and enjoyed.*

Friday, July 17, 2009

I'm at my parent's place, in the room I grew up in... on holiday. Been here since yesterday, but I think it shouldn't count. Yeah, it was crappy like that....Being on vacation, sitting down to read and write can be quite a challenge. That, and back at home I was engrossed with Mahjong for DS... So much I didn't bring it with me so I would actually go out and do things..Most people lay back and relax, sleeping in on vacation. I don't think I could ever. I'm here, it's the BIGGEST dance festival in the world (in number of participants, at least), there is delicious food everywhere, and an ever growing to-do list..Plus, a holiday never feels like a holiday when one feels like crap. A great night of sleep and a little tight lacing helped on that one..Should be getting ready soon... I wouldn't want half of my day to go to waste. Wait, what am I saying? Ah, welcome to my never ending inner dialogue.*

*As of recent things, last weekend we went to the Tanabata Matsuri. Always fun, specially the noms. Yeah, the food. Ok, the shopping too..Monday is a blur. Odd... oh, yeah, I watched a dancing show on tv at night. Great memory, eh?.Wednesday was hectic. Probably why I was all stressed out yesterday. That and the 10 hour bus ride. I hate when I don't plan what I'm gonna pack properly. I mean, I almost left my makeup valise home! Was running out the door when I noticed it was missing. Can't imagine spending 9 days here without any makeup..Guess who almost missed the bus?.Then there was yesterday. I got to Joinville (aka wicked little ghost town) before 5 am. My youngest brother picked me up. Odd. Then it rained most of the day... When I finally left the house. it was almost 6 pm. Sure, a little makeup helped me feel less crappy..I left mostly to hang out with my mom and to buy a pair of jeans. Should I say I was in for a couple FML moments? Why, of course I was..Like buying jeans. Fine, I got what I was looking for. Something quite plain, cheap, with a little of a rock'n'roll feel. Just that I had to get a size bigger than I normally do, and as I was leaving the sales guy just had to say "Oh, you're very pretty, despite your weight". Yeah, FML..Because all one needs when in a town where every sweet and cake is delicious is to feel fat..Ok, there was one good moment in my day. Maybe two... Even though I had to wait over an hour for my mom to show up (damn you, facebook!), an old fling ran into me at the bookstore I was waiting at... we went out over 9 years ago... And her comment was that I look exactly the same. Gee, thanks. I guess. Maybe I need a style makeover?.The other high in my day was coming home and putting on my corset and trifted flannel pajamas! Ain't they cool?*

*Time to shower and put my face on, for another day of running into ghosts and considering whether the calories in cake are worth it..Tonight i'm gonna go watch Contemporary Ballet and Street Dance/Hip Hop with my mom....It will be a late night. I have some articles to post to Luxúria tomorrow, which I have to write, and the Mister arrives in the morning. Gotta plan a fun weekend for all of us! (Can you say control freak?)*

*Off to La la land, to do my singing exercises in the shower..Here's a little inspiration:

sweetie bird {RML}

Sweetie. Although some days I have a very hard time getting out of bed, when I do, I try to enjoy life for all it can give me. And to find myself.
To be creative. Music, dance, photography, cooking, sewing... Without any of those, and a place to write, finding myself would be a much more bitter task.